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Strange thought to have about a bounty hunter about to yet again earn her title as the 'skull-snatcher', but when you've been down the spice train as long as I have it's a wonder two plus two still equals floor. This particular lady had a personal vendetta with me and if her debt was to be paid chronologically alongside all those I've wronged, I figure she'd have a nice cold corpse to play with by the time her turn came up. Having few friends is part of the mercenary package, having no friends is just the bonus pack that comes with being me.
You know as she scowls at me and searches her blaster for the most painful bullets in her arsenal I'm left wondering what it is exactly had done to her. A lifetime of misdeeds mixed with narcotics mixed with a questionable lack of conscience mixed with drugs mixed with alcohol and it's a party WOO HOO...wht was I talking about again?
Oh yeah drugs...no wait the literal red hot chick with the gun now pointed at my face. She had been speaking for sometime it seemed, probably a monologue about justice and the power of friendship. She had just finished up when miraculously her gun lifted with my head still intact as she offered her hand and said,
"We got a deal?"
Literally not hearing a single syllable of this 'deal' I took the crimson hand before me and shook it vigorously, mostly because I couldn't stop shaking.
Spice rules.
Pumping through your blood as soon as there's a chance it'll be spilt. I had plenty of it clearing me up once we were on her swoop. I held tight as we roared through the city streets, partially for safety, but mostly to cop a feel. As we roared bits and pieces of previous dialogue began to seep through the silty sieve of my mind. We were chasing somebody, a certain somebody we both knew. Just as my mind went on a hunt for that specific someone my eyes found him first.
Roster Kant.
That half-cyborg maniac is twice as bad as me on a bad day and let me tell you, that's everyday. Apparently he had ripped one too many and I'm not taking gas, though he did steal a shipment of fuel that belonged to some merchant lord emperor so and so who cares let's start shooting.
My wish upon a star came true soon enough as the star was a shooting star and it had a gun. As blasts ripped through traffic and bolts tore past my hair, I could only grin and feel the inevitable hulking beast death lurching right over my shoulder. Not today death, not today.
Which is a lot like a car chase just....footier. We cornered him in a broken down hotel which could probably be bought up at bottom dollar fixed up with some cheap off-world contractors and flipped for double your investment in four months or so. Bolt for brains decided to go for the 'we're not so different, you and I' approach, but it was more like the 'we're not so -GAH ACK OH NO MY BLOOD AND ORGANS AND SKIN!' because I shot him and then stabbed him.
Miss Crimson von prettiness was not amused.
Her name is Sessa Tra by the way. Her name backwards spells Art Asses.
It fits.
When all was said and done she took the bounty and called us square, which was fine by me because I still had no idea what I did to her, but I had some ideas of what I was going to do to her...
I looked out to the wide open polluted nothingness of countless lifeforms all struggling to find purpose and their next meal. Perplexed, I wondered quite deeply as my gaze lingered why they misspelled sector on the sign to my right. I suppose that didn't matter, though it was probably embarrassing to whatever municipal official who approved the signage. Forgetting misspellings and misdeeds for a time, I tried to enjoy the simple things in life. Companionship, an adventure, and the opportunity to grow as a person.
Ok...enough of that crap.
Back to the net I went looking for someone to hook up with hook me up or get hooked up to 40000 volts of justice, except instead of justice it's just some people don't like you so they paid me to murder you in cold blood.
Okay it's still bothering me who misspells sector?!
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She's cute when she's pissed
You know as she scowls at me and searches her blaster for the most painful bullets in her arsenal I'm left wondering what it is exactly had done to her. A lifetime of misdeeds mixed with narcotics mixed with a questionable lack of conscience mixed with drugs mixed with alcohol and it's a party WOO HOO...wht was I talking about again?
Oh yeah drugs...no wait the literal red hot chick with the gun now pointed at my face. She had been speaking for sometime it seemed, probably a monologue about justice and the power of friendship. She had just finished up when miraculously her gun lifted with my head still intact as she offered her hand and said,
"We got a deal?"
Literally not hearing a single syllable of this 'deal' I took the crimson hand before me and shook it vigorously, mostly because I couldn't stop shaking.
Spice rules.
Spice is nice, but I know one drug better. Adrenaline
Roster Kant.
That half-cyborg maniac is twice as bad as me on a bad day and let me tell you, that's everyday. Apparently he had ripped one too many and I'm not taking gas, though he did steal a shipment of fuel that belonged to some merchant lord emperor so and so who cares let's start shooting.
My wish upon a star came true soon enough as the star was a shooting star and it had a gun. As blasts ripped through traffic and bolts tore past my hair, I could only grin and feel the inevitable hulking beast death lurching right over my shoulder. Not today death, not today.
So the car chase turned into a foot chase
Miss Crimson von prettiness was not amused.
Her name is Sessa Tra by the way. Her name backwards spells Art Asses.
It fits.
When all was said and done she took the bounty and called us square, which was fine by me because I still had no idea what I did to her, but I had some ideas of what I was going to do to her...
After a chaste night of karaoke and book shopping
Ok...enough of that crap.
Back to the net I went looking for someone to hook up with hook me up or get hooked up to 40000 volts of justice, except instead of justice it's just some people don't like you so they paid me to murder you in cold blood.
Okay it's still bothering me who misspells sector?!
Misadventures
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